Sarah sat in the nursery, the baby in her arms had just fallen asleep. She heard someone ease into the room and put their hands on her shoulders. "I can see that thought forming in your mind, Sarah. It's a lot of work. Why do you think I haven't done it."

"But Jareth, it's been hundreds of years and I still haven't gotten pregnant. You need to consider my want of a child, you always say that we'll consider it later, but we never do." She stood up quickly to put the sleeping child in its bed. Then she led Jareth out of the room. "I want to raise this child. As our own." She put her hand on Jareth's chest. He collapsed into a chair that wasn't there a second ago.

"I had a child. It was the very first child I rescued as goblin king. It's a tradition. A little girl. Ramona. She grew up a strong, beautiful woman. But she was killed by a cousin of mine who hoped to gain the throne in the event of my death." He closed his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists. "I don't know if I can do that again." Sarah kneeled in front of the goblin king. She took his hand and smoothed it out straight and then grabbed it with her own.

"Yes, she was taken from you, and yes you hurt. But you had a child you loved and who loved you. Cherish it, no matter how it happened one of you would have lost the other at some point. Please don't doom me into a childless marriage because you have already lost one child. Please let us take this child and love it. We can call her Rowena as a testament to her older sister. I see how you are after you have to give the children to their new parents. It kills you, you want to keep every single babe you take. So indulge yourself at least this once. Give me a child, Jareth, please." That last sentence made Jareth's breath catch, she put every bit of emotion she felt into it.

Jareth sighed, and put his head down. "We may keep the child. But I want her middle name to be Sofia-Grace. After my mother."

"Anything you say, Goblin king." She kissed his hand and went to ready a permanent room for Rowena.